Awelfa’s garden

It comes on all levels
Alpine inclines
Fruit trees and ferns
So many signs
Of deep thoughts
And caring
Selections we see
Wild edibles bordering
Attract the Bee

No immaculate borders
Nor flowers in straight rows
All sorts of orders
Really that pose
Magical colours
Ancient type leaves
Natures my gardener
Along with tall trees

A wood at the back
Hazels we see
Holly and hawthorn
Give shade naturally
Dry stone steps
Boldly set perfectly
Move to high levels
And look beautifully

Pebbles and slate pieces
Form a bold path
Attracting the sun
Whose rays do bath
The higher levels
In sunshine and soul
With bunches of flowers
Kind of out of control

A sloworm or two
Newts in our tank
Butterflies hawk moths
Cash in the bank
All sorts of birds
Who share their song
Who drink from our gutters
Where they do belong